Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.